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Victoria alone, 25,000 native animals become sick, injured or orphaned every year.
These unique little Australians deserve a second chance ... that's why we're here. Kingbilli
Wildlife Rescue is available 24 hours a day, 7 days | a
week, right across the Shire of Murrindindi: |
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square kilometres of the rugged Central Highlands region of Victoria. We
specialise in Marsupials, but are equipped to rescue and rehabilitate all manner
of wildlife. In addition, we support wildlife carers from around the State by
providing advice, facilities and a safe, monitored release site for those more
complicated cases requiring extra-special care. All
successfully rehabilitated animals are released back into the wild to enjoy the
lives they evolved to lead ... and it's there, in the depths of the Aussie bush,
where this story first began............... Folk
often ask me how I became interested in wildlife. The answer is simple: I was
born. Growing up on Kingbilli, in the depths of the Great Dividing Range, my childhood
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comprised more time with various animals than humans. The usual farm critters
and pets abounded, and even a couple of little native furries joined us for a
time when I was small. Since first I could walk, I spent hours roaming the
remnant patches of bushland on and surrounding Kingbilli, as well as the magnificent
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Range State Park, just across the road. Naturally,
this tendency to 'go walkabout', invariably without warning, caused my poor parents
(Ginny & Michael Beach) some concern during those first few years
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for a self-confessed, raving greenie reaching adulthood, there were three obvious
options: become a biologist, an activist or a wildlife carer. Filled with youthful
enthusiasm, I chose all three. I mean
who needs sleep, right? Afterall...
I was going to save the planet! Okay,
so I'm still working on that part... Some
years later, I'm older and remain predominantly sleepless, but have discovered
my chosen paths run parallel. Environmental activism is all very well, but limited
in its effectiveness without a substantial element of practicality. To be practical,
one requires relevant biological and ecological knowledge, which can be acquired
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studying
the critters in question. Running a wildlife shelter allows me the opportunity
to learn facets of wildlife biology and behaviour almost impossible to observe
in the wild. Furthermore, coming full circle, there's nothing like a cute, furry
baby with pink feet to instil in one's fellow man the "urge to conserve". |
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suppose one might say this is my "three-pronged approach to saving the planet".
The Three Keys to Conservation. Sounds like the title of a book, but let's not
get ahead of ourselves ... just remember you read it here first. |
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Education: Apart from a few less lady-like exchanges during wildlife rescues
when members of the inevitably-gathered audience point out their fondness for
"wombat sausages" and the like ... and the occasional (okay, regular)
lengthy lectures delivered to my long-suffering parents and friends at the end
of "one of those days" ... my presentation as a raving greenie is usually
relatively toned-down. Screaming
at folk rarely succeeds in changing their opinions, so I prefer the | educational
approach. Raising awareness of the issues, teaching | the
basics; explaining the whys and wherefores behind |
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green argument; nurturing interest in the uniqueness of the creatures I'm trying
to conserve - this is usually the winning method. And, most importantly, ensuring
my own knowledge in my chosen discipline - the world of Marsupials - is as complete
as is possible in this relatively poorly studied field. 2.
Activism: Nothing
is impossible - some things take a little longer. This has become my personal
mantra over the years as I continue fighting battles in the war of humans versus
Marsupials. After serving three
years on the council of the Australian Conservation Foundation - the "big
picture" end of town - I decided the time had come to resign my post and
re-focus on grass roots issues. Afterall,
whilst the big picture |
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important - I
have found this top-down approach
to conservation to be top-heavy. Too
many people sitting in
meeting rooms in the CBD arguing over policy for 2050 and
too few out saving the animals which need attention TODAY.
Long-term policy is crucial, yes: but some little critters cannot wait until tomorrow.
Like the environment itself - everything is a matter of balance. |
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Care: The
18th century British statesman and philosopher, Edmund Burke, once said - "Nobody
made a greater mistake than he who did nothing because he could do only little".
This should be the catch-cry of all wildlife carers. Conservation
at the level of the individual is equally as important as the "big picture".
Individuals count - unfortunately, this is something we humans often forget -
unless, of course, said individual is of our own species. But consider, if individual
Gilbert's Potoroos had "counted" a few decades ago, there would be more
than 40 of them left today. Wildlife
Rescue is the front-line of conservation. This is the mud and trenches zone, folks,
where one sees it all - and sometimes in just one day. Wildlife Rescue is at once
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self-perpetuating cycle: observing such wonderful animals suffer
so unjustly makes one long to turn away, yet simultaneously pushes one to try
harder to eliminate their suffering altogether. Once I began wildlife care, I
knew could never stop. To me, wildlife
conservation as a whole has become a moral obligation, however misguided that
may be. I find myself compelled to
do all I can to compensate for the mistakes of my own species.
Afterall, in the majority of cases, it is my fellow man behind these wildlife
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At the large scale, logging, land-clearing, mining, pollution, the burning of
fossil fuels, introduction of exotic animals and diseases to places they do not
belong ... these human activities threaten the global ecosystem as a whole, let
alone the multitude of species inhabiting it. At the individual level, car accidents,
tree-felling, earth-works, shooting, baiting, trapping, and the irresponsible
management of domestic pets are the causes behind the enormous annual caseload
faced by wildlife carers nationwide. |
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fact is all these negative impacts can be removed, or at the very least, minimized,
if folk learn to care. I won't bore you with lectures on the global environmental
crisis - my colleagues at ACF and other like-minded organisations are doing an
admirable job on that front ... even the odd politician is learning some suitably
green lines to recite in front of the cameras at appropriate intervals. My
interest is the difference us little people on the ground can make everyday. |
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solution to shooting, baiting and trapping native animals is obvious - stop! If
you were born with the ancestral desires of a hunter ... fine ... but make yourself
useful and turn your skills towards reducing the numbers of the many feral animals
present in this country which are in dire need of removal. If you must fell a
tree, check it out first for hollows or nests - and, if you find some, telephone
your State's wildlife network and get hold of someone capable of relocating the
animals before you bring their home crashing to the ground. If you are undertaking
earth-works, or constructions of any kind - take care, be observant, and think
ahead. Don't leave newly-dug pits and spoon-drains open overnight for animals
to fall into, and have the Wombat relocated before the bulldozer comes through. |
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Now
we come to the two most significant causes of wildlife casualties. Cars and pets.
The Australian ecosystem developed exclusive of cats and dogs. Even the Dingo,
majestic as it is, was imported from Asia by humans some 4000 years ago. Cats
and dogs hunt differently from native predators, and our wildlife are simply
not equipped to cope with them. Thus, if you have these as pets - understand |
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they do not belong, and act accordingly. Do not let them roam free after dark,
and in the case of cats, preferably not at all. One seemingly well-fed, well-behaved
domestic moggy can kill 300 native animals in a year if allowed outdoors. And
no, bells on the collar do not make the slightest difference. Make no mistake:
all cats kill. And as for Fido, just because he's asleep on the mat in the morning
does not mean he was there all night. This does not make cats or dogs evil ...
not at all ... it's simply the way they evolved to be, and it's up to us to be
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Car
accidents happen - and some are unavoidable. Others are not, and these are
my first concern. Both I and several of my helpers have observed, first-hand,
a driver deliberately lining up and running down a native animal on the road.
This is unforgivable. For those other drivers, who would not deliberately kill,
please: driver more slowly after dark, keep your eyes open, look along the verges
and not just the road itself ... and, most importantly folks, if you hit
something, STOP. If you see something lying on the side of the road, which
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I
never cease to be amazed at the sheer number of cars which will go by a dead
mother Kangaroo or Wombat before someone finally stops and rescues the orphaned
joey waiting in her pouch. The protection afforded to a joey by its mother's pouch
(in any species of Marsupial) is such that in the vast majority of cases, the
joey survives when the mother is killed by a car. It can live up to three days
in the pouch by the side of the road ... if only someone would stop and find it. |
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This
is my greatest request, dear readers: if you see a dead Marsupial, stop. It takes
but a moment, and it might save a life.
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at Kingbilli Wildlife Rescue is not all doom and gloom: it is lived by the three
keys to conservation outlined above, and the overall result is one of great joy
and many rewards. For me, reaching adulthood
has also meant assuming responsibility of the direction of Kingbilli overall,
and it's my aim that the property exemplifies environmentally harmonious living
to the best of its capacity.
My three
keys have provided me with a framework in which to develop a "Kingbilli Plan",
focusing upon raising awareness within our visitors and guests; enacting my
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tracts of land purely for wildlife and continuing to improve the habitat therein;
and rescuing as many individual animals as need our help, and giving them the
second chance at the life they all deserve. Everyone who sets foot through these
gates receives a healthy dose of conservation ethics - often whether they
like it or not - and I hope, upon leaving, some are inspired to |
make
a difference in their own part of the world. Education
is constant and unending, activism is an everyday part of my life, new conservation
projects are underway all the time ... and there is no shortage of reminders of
what it's all about. When I walk out the door into my enclosures, I see animals
trying their utmost to reach a day when their bodies are strong and the gates
will open. Wandering a little further I meet old friends who, with my help, made
it back into the big wide world and are now enjoying healthy, happy lives in a
place where they will remain forever safe and protected. All of them know
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should
need me again. Never have I encountered
such courage nor will-to-live than in some of the wildlife I have been fortunate
to meet. In those cases which cannot be solved, when all is clearly lost, the
weariest Kangaroo will still stand tall and proud, the mangiest Wombat will growl
and paw the earth, and the weakest Koala will raise his eyes to the blue sky and
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These
animals have given me some of my saddest and happiest moments, and I am privileged
to have known them all. |
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